It’s official. I actually have children with the weakest immune systems – they pick up every bug and virus available to them. In the week before Christmas, Eva came down with a stomach bug, which you may remember, had her screaming I think I’m having a baby! This scuppered my chances of getting my planned Christmas shopping finished and had us stuck in the house filling and re-filling hot water bottles and watching every single Christmas film ever made, ever, in the history of the world.
Now, this week, I had hopes of hitting the sales and purchasing a couple of bargains. Maybe a pair of jeans, as my current ones have split at the crotch. Or a new top. Maybe even a new bra. No such luck, as for the last 2 days, Olivia has had a sickness bug where she can’t even keep a drop of water down, poor dab. So, again, we are under house arrest. We have decorated jewelry boxes, made paper flowers, built a Lego castle, created a play-doh three course meal and Eva is putting the finishing touches to her Aquabeads wall clock. No to fresh air, but yes to creative development.
Olivia is curled up on sofa with a ‘sick bowl’ beside her.
I am off to Dettol and bleach every single surface in the house, lest there be something else for these children to catch.
Well, this is about me, my trials and tribulations in bringing up my family, the questions I am pondering and would like your opinion on, my mum-fessions or triumphs and maybe a funny anecdote thrown in!
It all started when I began to think I was the only person – IN THE WORLD – to have more than one child (apart from the women who reproduce to increase their state benefits – erm, yes I confess, I have read the Daily Mail). I went on an internet search to find out if there were other Mums of 1+ out there and came across the phenomenon of Parent Blogs! Whoop. There are, in fact, Mums and Dads of 2, 3, 4 and more out there! I was hooked in reading other parent’s experiences and stories so thought I would join in.
The name of the blog is my response to the question people (even STRANGERS) repeatedly felt it appropriate to ask me when I was pregnant for the third time:
Well everyone is talking about it, it’s a very British thing to do, so I am going to join in. How strange is the weather at the moment? To be crunching through the Autumn leaves wearing summer clothes and sandals is just weird.
Me and F have had a wonderful day in the park and the grave yard. (Hmmmm, is it strange that me and the children often enjoy a walk there? It’s so picturesque and peaceful.) While the girls have been literally roasting in their classrooms – poor things. They got off their school bus like Sweaty Betty’s – hair stuck to their brow and everything.